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Clary woke to her phone ring, she sighed and wondered why someone would be calling this early.
"hello?" she answered, not completely awake.
"Well good morning birthday girl." She heard her brother's cheeky voice. She got up from her bed, now fully awake.
"Jon?!" He laughed,
"Are you back in the states? Why didn't you call?"
"Clary slow down. I wanted to surprise you on your birthday. I finished my summer classes and I thought I would spend the last few weeks of summer with my family and of course for your birthday."
"Well are you in New York? Do you want me to come get you? I can call Luke." Clary asked as she walked to the bathroom.
"No. I'm going to catch a taxi, don't tell mom though, I want to surprise her."
"Okay. See you in a few." Jon hung the phone.
Clary headed for her mothers room and saw she was still asleep, she looked at her mother, she doesn't understand why people always look so young when they sleep or when their mind wanders. Her mother's an artist her thoughts always tend to wander, it's been happening more often, even when she isn't painting. She sees all her mothers scars, from all those years of training to be the best in what she does, or did, runes; etched into her skin. Runes aren't permanent, well not all of them, they fade in time but her mothers been out of the fight for a while. She walked over to her moms bed and shook her to wake her.
"Mom. It's time to wake up we have to go to Luke's for breakfast."
"5 minutes." Clary signed. Her mother was really stubborn in the morning.
She went to the kitchen and started to make breakfast for herself since she knew her mother would not be up in 5 minutes. She called Luke, her mom's best friend and her trainer, well her and her brothers, but Jon's been in London for 2 years on an exchange program.
She was so focus on making her breakfast that she didn't hear the door open.
She felt a hand on her shoulder, she went into soldier mode and flipped them over. They landed on the ground. She looked at the person under her.
"Jon!" She got up from the floor and helped her brother up. The crash must have woken her mom because she heard shuffling from her room.
"Remind me never to sneak up on you while you're making breakfast." He groaned as he rubbed his shoulder.
"What is going on here?" Her mom walked into the kitchen.
"Sorry, I was cooking and--"
"Jon! I didn't know you were coming home." She hugged him. It looked funny in her end, since Jon was taller than her now.
While they were hugging since noticed some bruises on his back, Jon was very pale, paler than her. With is pale white hair he was gorgeous, she's seen both female and male watch him while he walked down the street or when they were getting coffee. The purple, and some yellow, bruises in his back were visible through his white shirt. Jon saw her staring at his back, he cleared his throat and smiled at his mother,
"Hey mom, I'm going to get some coffee," He looked at Clary, "Clary you want to come with me? " Clary nodded. She and Jon walked downstairs quietly, he two steps ahead of her. She looked down at his neck she saw the runes on his back, iratzes, tons of them. What was he doing in London?
"Clary before you say anything,"
"What's with all the bruises on you back? I'm pretty sure there's some in your stomach too, so please don't lie to me." Jon looked at her and sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"Yesterday when I was leaving my host family's house and heading for the the airport, I ran into some downworlders who apparently didn't care about the accords."
"You ran into downworlders?! And you fought them?" Clary said. Before Jon could answer their downstairs neighbors door opened, they looked at the person coming out of the door.
"Magnus." Clary said as she saw the warlock. Magnus looked at them, his cat eyes shined in the light.
"Little Nephilim" he said looking at Clary, then his eyes landed on Jon.
"And not so little nephilim, back from London." He smirked, looking at Jon up and down. "My you've grown."
Jon smiled, that schoolboy smile, "Magnus, looking as shiny as ever."
"If I would have known you were going to be here I would have dressed up more."
Clary looked at Magnus clothes, he was wearing, in his eyes, very toned down clothes. A black leather long coat with the sleeves cut off since it was summer, and maroon pants with holes in them and glitter in his usually spiked hair.
"You look good to me." Jon said, which seemed to please Magnus. Jon and Magnus tend to flirt with each other, but it would go no where. Jon, even though he does not have a sexual preferences, tends to gravitate to the female population and Magnus doesn't really date Nephilim's.
"Well before I go I would like to invite you to a party I'm throwing. It's in a few days, before Clary's 16, it'd be for the Chairman, but you and him can share the party." Magnus handed them a glittery flyer.
"You're throwing a party for your cat?" Clary asked as she took the flyer.
"Don't be surprise biscuit, I always throw parties for people, or in this case cats, who are important to me."
"Sounds like it could be fun." Jon said showing her the flyer.
"Yeah like mom would let us go to a Magnus party ever again. Remember last time?"
"Hey that fairy started it. I hate the seelie knights, they think they run the world."
"ah yes, that's why I had to go to the seelie court to explain why one of her knights was all bruised and battered." Magnus said as he looked at Jon.
Jon smirked.
"I hope I can see you both at the party. But remember I don't control what the downworlders do at my parties."
"and remember we don't care what they do as long at they don't kill anyone. We aren't part of the clave Magnus."
Magnus nodded and disappeared.
Clary place the flier in her bag as they walked out of the apartment, heading for Java Jones. Clary wanted to bring up London again, but she knew she wouldn't get a straight answer from Jon, so instead they talked about her. Her art classes, Simon, training with Luke.
"It's brutal. Usual Luke is easy on me but ever since you left for London a few years ago, he's been in full blown trainer mode." She talked about her best friend Simon and his band.
"Simon, well Eric, has decided to change the name again, last time I checked, they were midnight burrito."
While they were walking she got a text from Simon.
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Simon: Hey Fray what are we doing tonight?
Clary: Actually I was thinking we go out tonight.
Simon: Where?
Clary: Pandemonium. It's an all ages club and we've never been since it opened. SO I want to go. For my birthday and you can't say no. Heading to JJ want anything?
Simon: I was nevr going to be able to say no. And no, no coffee for me today.
Simon was easy to convince now it was time for Jon. They entered the coffee shop and sat by the bay window.
"Same order?' Jon asked, Clary nodded. She looked around the coffee shop she saw some warlock teens, hanging out in the back. They all had wildly coloured skins, although she knew from a mundane point of view they looked like a bunch of normal teenagers. But she knew better. She and her family manage to stay away from all things shadoworld but sometimes it's harder than it sounds. The city is filled with downworlders, it's hard to avoid them. Most downworlders can sense what she and Jon are, although they can sometimes glamour themselves so they would not stick out. Jon came back as Clary was staring at a warlock girls lilac skin, thinking about painting. She snapped out of it when Jon placed her cup in front of her.
"So it's my first day back and your birthday week what do you want to do tonight?" asked Jon as he took a sip of his drink.
"Actually I was thinking of going to Pandemonium." She studied Jon's expression, she knew his answer before he even said it. Pandemonium was downworlders and shadowhunter central.
"Clary."
"I know I know. But Jon we're careful we don't attract attention, well at least I don't, I can't say for you since those warlocks have been looking at you since we sat down. Just for an hour maybe 2, I want to enjoy tonight. Cause you know mom would want be to do family stuff on my actual birthday. Simon is coming too," Trying to reassure Jon, since they were bringing Simon they would be okay, since mundanes usually get ignored by the downworlders.
"Yes bringing Simon should help. Clary it's too dangerous, plus Mom would never say yes."
"Actually yesterday I told her Simon and I were going to a party and as long as we're back before 12 she's fine. Please Jon?" She knew her brother would never be able to say no to her, he was going to cave.
Jon sighed. "What time to we leave?"
She smiled.